Who is the wife and who is the husband?
When it came time to hand in her assignment, Nanqi simply didn't submit it, and she was too lazy to make up for it anyway, since she couldn't possibly finish it.
The class representatives asked each student in turn, "Is anyone else handing in their homework?"
Nanqi shook Song Zhao's shoulder and said dejectedly, "I have to go to the teacher's office again in a bit."
"Have you prepared yourself mentally?" Song Zhao asked.
"OK."
Nanqi spoke lightly, but she was actually quite nervous. The second class was Xue's English class, one of the tests she hadn't finished. As expected, she would be called on as soon as class started and then have to stand for the two classes.
"I really didn't expect that there are only 200 days left until the college entrance examination, 200 days, my darlings! Some of you still haven't done your homework. I only assigned one set of test papers, and you can't even finish one set?!" Xue□□ wasn't very big, but she still had a certain aura when she got angry.
"I've said everything I could think of, from the nicest to the worst. All of you who haven't handed in your homework, class monitor, please inform your homeroom teacher. I'll have your homeroom teacher call your parents. You all need to come to my office to see me today."
Xue□□ flipped through the book and began the lesson.
When Nanqi heard that her parents were to be called, she panicked. She had been sick yesterday, so it didn't matter that she didn't do her homework this time. But knowing Xue's personality, she would definitely exaggerate the issues and bring up her past instances of not doing her homework or not paying attention in class. Just thinking about how her mother would react made Nanqi's hair stand on end.
Oh no, I'm going to have to suffer at school again.
She buried her head in her book and couldn't concentrate on any of the lessons.
At this moment, Song Zhao handed her a note.
Listen carefully in class.
Good heavens, how am I supposed to concentrate on the lesson when things are like this?
-You weren't among those who didn't hand in their homework.
What does this mean? I didn't pay.
Nanqi curiously rummaged through the test papers in her bag; the blank parentheses on them seemed to be wickedly beckoning to her.
Did she write my name on her exam paper? That can't be...
Nanqi quickly wrote a note and went to ask her, while Song Zhao helplessly turned around and rolled her eyes at her.
Listen to the lesson first, and I'll explain it to you afterward.
Nanqi was a little puzzled, but judging from Song Zhao's expression, it shouldn't be what she thought. So, she felt much more at ease and opened her book to listen to the lesson seriously.
As soon as the bell rang, Nanqi sidled up to Song Zhao and asked, "Tell me quickly, why wasn't I among those who didn't hand in their homework?"
Song Zhao beckoned to her to come closer, then whispered, "I did the three remaining papers of yours again last night, and wrote your name on them."
"Wow!! How did you do that?"
"I bought two extra copies of all my test papers and workbooks, just so I could do them again after a while."
After Nanqi suddenly realized what she meant, she gave her a thumbs up with immense admiration. "Amazing."
She thought for a moment and then said worriedly, "But our levels are different. The teacher will be able to tell it's not my level when grading the papers..."
"Don't worry, it's written to your standard. You didn't write much of the subjective questions, so the score won't be much different."
"You're amazing!" Nanqi said with a smile and a coquettish tone.
She rolled her eyes and said shamelessly, "Hey, didn't you even forbid me from copying your homework? Why are you doing it for me this time?"
Song Zhao gave her an expression that suggested she couldn't be bothered with her, saying, "This is a one-time exception, and there won't be another."
"Hehe, you're just worried about me and don't want me to get punished, right?"
"Tch, you know that already? Also, you need to finish those three sets of papers within two days. I'll grade them for you once you're done."
"Okay, I'll make it after I finish lunch."
"I bought movie tickets. Let's go see it together on Saturday."
"OK."
After school on Friday, Song Zhao, as promised to Nan Yue, filled a glass jar with 1,000 stars and gave it to Nan Qi. The stars of the same color piled together really looked like a rainbow.
"Your fingers are injured from these broken fingers?"
On Tuesday during class, Song Zhao had a small cut on her index finger. Nan Qi asked her how she got it, and Song Zhao said that she accidentally cut herself on the paper of a book while reading. Nan Qi scolded her for being careless, and then licked it for her. Actually, it had almost scabbed over overnight and there was no need to worry about it. However, Nan Qi's concern made her feel very comfortable.
In the following days, Song Zhao became more and more skilled at folding stars. Her fingers had developed muscle memory, and she could fold stars while reading, doing both at the same time without them interfering with each other.
"I'm glad you like it."
Nanqi was furious and snapped, "What do I like?! You don't get home until after 9 pm, and then you have to do homework, review, and fold all this stuff. Don't you want to rest? What if you ruin your health?!"
Nanqi put her hands on her hips, took a deep breath, and said, "I was wondering why you had dark circles under your eyes these past few days. Turns out you weren't sleeping. It's nothing serious."
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again next time," Song Zhao muttered.
Nanqi deflated and said, "What are you apologizing for? You didn't do anything wrong. You're making me angry at myself. It makes me feel like you're suffering so much because you're with me..."
"That's not it. I took it upon myself to do it. I promise you, I will never do such a thing again. I am very happy and content with you. If you are angry with yourself, I would rather you be angry with me."
Nanqi lowered her eyes and clutched the jar of stars to her chest. "No matter what, you folded them one by one, so I'll keep them safe. But if there's a next time, I'll..."
"Um?"
Nanqi thought for a moment and said, "I'll fold stars every day without sleep and exhaust myself!"
Song Zhao chuckled and said, "How can you threaten people like that?"
"Hmph, I mean what I say," Nanqi said arrogantly.
"I really can't do that. You've exhausted my darling. Where am I supposed to find another one?"
"Then it's probably gone. I'm one of a kind in the whole world. If it's gone, it's gone."
Song Zhao pulled her into his arms and said happily, "Nanqi, I love you so much, let me hold you a little longer."
Nanqi hugged her back and said with a grin, "Go ahead and hug me, I'm yours, you can hug me for as long as you want."
Suddenly, Song Zhao's phone rang. She got up from Nan Qi and saw that it was Nan Yue calling.
How did you get Yueyue's phone number?
"We saved each other's files when we met last time."
Song Zhao calmly pressed the answer button and said first, "Yueyue, I'm with your sister. Is there something you need?"
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then a voice said, "Oh, it's nothing. Why don't you and my sister come with me to buy clothes tomorrow? We can go shopping together."
Song Zhaowen smiled gently and said, "Okay, I'll come to see you tomorrow morning."
"Yes, remember to tell my sister too, so she can go home early, otherwise she won't be able to get up tomorrow."
"Who are you calling unable to get out of bed?!" Nanqi roared.
"Haha, just kidding, I'm hanging up now."
Nanqi hissed and said, "When did you two become so close? Yueyue didn't tell me before buying clothes, but called you directly." Nanqi narrowed her eyes: "Are you two doing something behind my back?"
"How could that be? Your sister has never been nice to me. Even if she's softened up a bit now, it's only because of you."
"That's true."
Nanqi smiled broadly and said, "It's Saturday, let's go shopping. I'll buy you any clothes you like."
"Where would you get money?"
Nanqi explained matter-of-factly, "I eat and drink your food every day, and I haven't spent a single penny of my living expenses."
Upon hearing this reason, Song Zhao became smug: "Alright then, I'll leave it to you, Madam, tomorrow."
After chatting, the two went to the Party group meeting room to study. Song Zhao adjusted the content of her notes based on her study progress, making them more detailed than before.
Song Zhao turned to the page from the last lesson and continued to give her extra lessons.
"Zhao Zhao," Nan Qi interrupted cautiously.
"Hmm?" Song Xiao naturally turned to look at her.
"I think I'd better learn it myself, don't teach me."
"Why?" Song Zhao's cheekbones, which had been raised just moments before, quickly sank back down.
"Don't misunderstand, it's not your fault. I just feel that learning is ultimately my own responsibility. Besides, your notes are already detailed and comprehensive enough. I want to try to understand them myself. If I really can't understand them, I'll ask you. That way, I can remember those knowledge points better."
Song Zhao looked into her eyes and stared for a while. "Is that really what you think?"
Nanqi looked into her eyes and answered affirmatively, "Yes, yes."
"Alright then, I respect your opinion. If there's anything you don't understand, be sure to tell me."
"Of course, what is there for my wife and me to be embarrassed about?"
Song Zhaowei retorted angrily, "Who's your wife?"
"You, my wife, my wife, my wife," Nanqi said, hugging Song Zhao and whispering in her ear.
"Ugh, I don't like that nickname."
"What about your wife?"
"Call me husband." Song Zhao's lips curved into a beautiful smile.
"On what grounds?"
“I’m richer than you now,” Song Zhao said calmly.
"Tch, I'm actually taller than you." Nan Qi was two centimeters taller than Song Zhao, but if you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell the difference.
"I was born a year after you. It's not certain who will be taller after a while."
"If you put it that way, I won't accept it. Let's make a bet, a year's time. After a year, whoever is taller will be my husband."
"Okay, it's a deal."
The next day, for some reason, Nan Yue insisted on going to the wholesale market to buy clothes. Nan Qi was worried that Song Zhao wouldn't be used to haggling in such places, so she disagreed and told Nan Yue to find a classmate to go with her. Not long after she refused, Song Zhao came over. After Nan Yue grumbled to Song Zhao for a while, Song Zhao agreed and said that he was quite interested in the things in the wholesale market.
Nan Yue walked ahead of the two women, picking out clothes. The two women mostly accompanied her, occasionally going into the store to take a closer look if they saw a style that looked good. Nan Qi held up the clothes and compared them to Song Zhao, but she was still not satisfied. She felt that Song Zhao was more suited to simple and elegant clothes, and these patterned ones looked cheap and didn't suit her.
"How about this one?" Nan Yue took out a dark green coat with a large rose pattern. The style was old-fashioned and it looked like something an older person would wear.
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